That Deserted House (2 min read)

You walk down a road and feel a pair of eyes on you. But then, there is nobody around. It's a quiet summer afternoon; people, unlike you, prefer to avoid the heat and take a nap around this time. Is it just your hyperactive instinct? Then you step into your front yard. You hope to … Continue reading That Deserted House (2 min read)

You there? (1 min read)

'Hello.' He answered tonelessly. Instantly I knew it was a mistake. I shouldn't have called. I probably would never have, unless some momentary, pointless emotions had taken over me. 'You there?' He asked. How could someone be so ruthlessly cold? I stared at the award on the table. My roommate's voice, from the hall, reached … Continue reading You there? (1 min read)

You Need A Magic Wand (3 min read)

She missed the bus. This was why she hated monsoon. She stopped. The bus had picked up speed. There was no use running after it anymore. Wobbling through the sloppy road, carefully avoiding the potholes, she reached the bus stop. She took a seat and propped the umbrella against her right leg. Her sea green … Continue reading You Need A Magic Wand (3 min read)

A Lonely Princess ( 2 min read)

I was never told a fairy tale. I was 8 when I first asked mother what a fairy tale was. I still remember how her face turned white as a sheet. I then ran to Granny. Wasn't she supposed to tell me one? She too turned grim. Who could I turn to? My childlike desires … Continue reading A Lonely Princess ( 2 min read)

A Wrapping Paper (1 min read)

Modernism is a flashy wrapping paper under which lies the age-old reality. The reality that nothing has changed. People, mentality, expectations and opinions. As you get older, with time, this epiphany hits you. A little hard in the face. Till one day back, I was engaged to be married. I'd been with him for five … Continue reading A Wrapping Paper (1 min read)

Down The Road (1 min read)

10 years. Time has flown by so swiftly. Yet strange! Nothing's changed - the smell that earth emanates, soothing blue of the sky, tossing of trees, chirping of birds and that house down the road. Except that mother isn't seated on the porch waiting for me anymore. Father isn't there to ask what took me … Continue reading Down The Road (1 min read)